Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Shake it off. Suck it up. Play though the pain. Take it like a man. Shoot your way out of the slump.

I'm not the only one struggling to post it seems. Maybe it's the time of year. Maybe it's global warming. I'm on the last day or two of a wicked head cold sent straight from hell by satan. Ya know I'm not even from Canada and I know that everybody's laughing at the fool who just came by with a hat that had "Newfoundland and Labrador" printed on it. And then there was that lady who just asked if potato chips were food. The one exception to "yes, you dumbass you" would be chips that are shaped like silhouettes of presidents and kings and queens or such. Those are all museum pieces. I'm pretty sure that museum is located in Newfoundland of Labrador somewhere.

I saw a picture of a girl in Flickr sitting on a pile of coca leaves at a cocaine kitchen in the jungle of Colombia. I shook my head. She must of happened on a cocaine kitchen run by gay men because I can imagine what I would do if a white woman stumbled on to MY cocaine kitchen and I was a Colombian cocaine chef.